Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1887-05-17
CHARLES WESLEY.

How tho Venerable N,.,.a.
rassed the Last bays OF III. I,t.
IN old ago Charles Wesley rode
asuo wh'ie horse, gray with age. Ii
appears 10 have been brought every
morning from the foundry-an az
,angement which its master did mo,
IKE, put which it was impossible T.
avoid lie was somewhat stouter th.n
ms brother, but not corpulent Henry
moore says that he wore winter cloth.
ing even in summer. When he mount.
ea his horse, ''if a subject struck him
nc proceeded to expand it and nut If in
order This he used to write ON a GARD
IN shorthand with his pencil Not
nnifequcntly he used to come TO the
mousse in the city road, and having lef,
the pony in the garden in front he
would enter, crying out: pen and ink!
pen and inkP' When these were given
nm he proceeded to write out his |
hymn. This done, he looked around ON |
those present, saluted them with much
kindness. inquired after their health.
anu MI .nen gave out some short hymn.
| "hat impression he produced on
ssttahgers may be understood from Viii
nam Wlberforce's account of his frs,
interview with the venerable poet, at the
house OF Hannah Moore. He saws. 81
went, in 1892, to see her, and when I
came into the room Charles WesIev
rose from the table, around which =
numerous company sat at tea, and,
coming forward to me, gave me solemn
~ his blessing. l was scarcely ever
more affected. Such was the effect of
ms manner aud appearance that it al
togcther overset me. and | burst into
tears, unable 10 restrain myself"
when CITY Road chapel was built,
Charles Wesley preached there or in
some other Methodist chapel every
Sunday morning and afternoon, except
when he was supplying the congreca-
ton in Bristol, or was laid aside from
his growing iniim;tes. HIS ministry
was solemn and awakening, yet full Of
tenderness Tor the mourncrs. When in
good health and under the special in
iiuence OF the spirit, as he often was,
he was fluent and powerful. He used
short pointed sentences, full of Scrip
! turc sentiment and phraseology. "in
prayer he was copious and mighty, es.
pecIally on sacramental occasions,
when he seemed to enter into the holi-
, est OF all by the blood of Jesus" Ii
his thoughts did not flow freely he was
very del berate in the pulpit, making
long pauses as though waiting for the
, spirits influence. "In such cases he
/ usually preached with his eyes closed;
he fumbled with his hands about his
t breast leaned with his elbows upon the
Bible, and his whole body was in mo-
, ton. He was often so feeble as TO be
e under the necessity of calling upon his
e congregation TO sing IN the course OF
G his sermon that he m ght partially re-
: cover himself and be able to finish his
: discourse. Till within few months
Z of his death he continued his ministry
+ in the London chapels.
h Every lover of Charles Wesley.
l. poetry has been touched by the dying
J. effort of his muse. For some time he
i had been living quietly on his bed Al
n last he called for Mrs. Wesley, anc
e asked her to write the following line.
II at his dlctation:
: IN age and feebleness extreme,
Who shall sinful worm redeem;
. Jesus my only hope Thou art,
Strength of my failing flesh and heart;
). o con d catch a smile from Thee,
And drop into eternity!
h On Saturday, the 18th of March, hi
t. happy spirit fled Through the Who'll
l. week the restessnuss of death had bee
n | l.
d freshment On Tuesday and Wedne,
day he was not entirely sensible Hi
end was what he particularly wished
1T might be-peaco. mo friend,' he sal
s, to his wife, was permitted to approac
at him. Some. one observed that th
t. valley of the shadow Of death was har
n, to be passed. mot with Christ" ws
his answer He spoke to all his chi
st dren with affection and hope of the
v salvation. Samuel Bradburn sat u
" with him the night but one b
fore his death His mind was calm ,
to summer evening. On the Saturdi
il all the family stood round his bed. III
ed last words which they could catch fro
s. h S lips were: Lord, my heart, n
,lc God!' With his hand laying in b
re daughter s. lne oiu SUM- P'ooou hen
DO so gently that the watchers did n
on know when the spirit fled. 1t W
ascerta' ned that John Wesley was
u Shropshire and at the moment OF
brothers death he and his congreg
n ton were singing Charles Wesley
III hymn:
One army of the living God,
To His command We bow;
!,sh hot hAy
me- And part are crossing now
of The OHicer.